Mistake of the Wild Hunt

A yellow pyramid of jackals
Enthralled to the Prime Vixen
Praises dusk by biting it

By driving away the chains
Holding the bats away
Andso loosing night everywhere

How she taught them to stand
The trick was to allow no light

The yellow works better as black
The black works better as black
The bats arrive and are funny and gray

We have to reorder the bats
Says the Prime Vixen smoking
Laconic trees who don’t mind being smoked

We have to reorder the bats
And get some festive wreaths
Maybe a liver

Maybe something in red

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Mistake of the Wild Hunt by 

Festive, furious – the Wild Hunt (Wylde Hunt, etc.) was this ill-jammin party ancient poetic German ghosts had on Easter Day to celebrate the syzygy of the planets. This poem asks the question: What if this whole cycle of eating and not-eating interfered with that jammin-ill earth party?


  • rainylorraine
    rainylorraineover 6 years ago

    i love this.

  • LB Andrich
    LB Andrichover 6 years ago

    The words twist and jump so well. I love the imagery
    …this is fantastic!

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